At, the clouded cross roads
With tainted glasses
Of (tainted?) experience
Courage the vestiges left
Flying out of little back windows
Paired with coloured memory
To fly across the plains and valleys
To the keeper of my heart
Longing for his shoulders
To rest my head and heart
Ravages of the tired spirits
In his twinkling eyes rejuvenated
A dreamy smile exchanged
As I fly back with renewed spirits
Having caught the wisp of optimism
To my heart fill in his arms
I traverse to base line
And back to the grid of every day
My spirits in inner calm
His voice echoing in my ears
The keeper of my heart
Friends I suggest you too
Take little trips now and then
It helps to keep balance
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
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